The picture really says it all. Hubby started a new job on Tuesday, the same day that my 6-year-old started first grade. Two days later, my 3-year-old and I have just returned from an interview with her new preschool teacher. My work area is stacked high with school calendars, PTA reminders, and student handbooks. I haven’t read through any of those things yet because I’ve spent the last two days filling out emergency cards, photo releases, medical forms and parent surveys.
Please do not think I am complaining for one second. (Well, maybe just one.) I am thankful that my husband has found a promising new job. Our family are now seasoned pros at the kids’ elementary and pre-schools; we anticipate that it will be a good year. I am grateful. I’m quite sure I am. I think.
I can’t really say with certainty how I feel about anything. Many of my mommy friends are posting tearful “I can’t believe my baby is growing up” captions to accompany their kids’ back-to-school pics. I am a person who craves routine and these last few months – which included a long break from school for my son and an emotional employment roller coaster for my husband – have been anything but predictable. I keep saying I’m glad to be back on a schedule, but I’m not really there yet.
I haven’t had one moment to process how I feel about anything that’s happened this week. Once the forms are filled out, the policy manuals are read, and hubby figures out his commute, maybe I will have time to deal with my own emotions. It may be October before I cry about my baby starting preschool; it may take a few weeks before I get philosophical with “Where does the time go?”-type questions. Right now, I consider every packed lunch to be a success; every appointment kept, a victory; and leaving the house with my hair and make up done, a triumph.
What about you, household manager/domestic engineer/super-mom/super-dad? How do you cope with the first week of school?